Jared Leto Lives in a Former Secret Air Force Base with a Guillotine

If you‘re tired of hearing about Jared Leto’s method acting madness for Suicide Squad, good news! Rolling Stonepublished a profile that covers his method acting madness for Suicide Squad along with a lot of other topics! Like drugs! And rock music! And My So Called Life! And method acting for a couple of his other films! But of the consistently bizarre and delightful tidbits, it’s the peek inside Leto’s home that allows the reader’s mind to dream most fully. Author Brian Hiatt writes, “Leto recently purchased, as one does, a former secret Air Force base in Los Angeles, which he‘ll soon call home.”

This is strange, but don’t judge a home by its clandestine military beginnings. It’s what’s inside that counts. And the items inside Leto’s new home base include an actual French execution tool:

Nearby, there is an actual guillotine, “for people who misbehave.”

Stuff that’s maybe expected to reside in a musician’s home, plus a conversational art piece you didn’t see coming:

There’s a soundstage, multiple screening rooms and an office space
decorated with a giant Napster logo that hung in that company's
original headquarters—Leto bought it at a charity auction.

Rumors and conspiracy theories:

“There are all sorts of rumors about this place,” Leto says, pointing
to a spot and deadpanning, “This is where they shot the B-roll for the
moon landing.” (Given the base’s history with military propaganda
films, some conspiracy theorists have actually proposed this as a
possibility.)

Then, there are things whose existence it’s best not to even ponder:

Nearby is a toddler’s tricycle, and a wooden chair covered in what
looks like blood—he insists that these were here when he bought the
place.

There’s plenty of extra space inside a former Air Force base for S&M-themed rooms erected during Halloween parties:

“There was a haunted hallway set up, and it ended in this S&M bondage
room right here,” he says. “It was interesting—all the people who were
lining up to volunteer to get spanked were, like, my tech buddies.”

The place is so big, it echoes:

Our voices echo.

Specters of children unwittingly begotten:

“You never know,” he says. “Someone could always come up to a show and
give me a little surprise visit. ‘Dad?’ In a way, that would be kind
of fucking beautiful.” He seems almost wistful as he ponders a
surprise visit from this theoretical child. “What an incredible
surprise that would be!”

Sounds like a real eccentric place where an eccentric lives. A lot of space for method acting at least.

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